August rolled around, (and well, a week into August, ) I realized that I had not written a single post. As I racked my mind to see what I’d like to write about, I found my brain in a blissful state of blank.
You see, as August rolled in, we found ourselves welcoming the month lolling on beaches, in art fairs, and in friends’ backyards playing games, chatting and soaking in the summer sunshine. All perfectly pleasant, remarkably blaze, and highly recommended activities.
Wave Theories
One day at the beach, we walked – a jagged path dodging waves, chatting of wave dynamics and such. The predictions on the reach of small waves, vs the bigger ones proved to be a particularly engaging activity. It was curious to see how many times the smaller waves reached the farthest as though they didn’t believe in bravado and overt shows of strength, but simply did what needed to be done. The big waves made huge splashes, but fizzled out quicker. Very few were impressive in both size and reach.
It also led to some hilarious moments remembering old professors drone on about Wave Theory.
Bird Theories
We watched hundreds of seagulls take to the skies for no apparent reason, and come back together for the same reason.
- Could there have been a call to duty that was rendered unnecessary?
- Were there portals for the gullible opening? (Get it? Get it?)
- How much we creatures need to communicate with one another.
Books at the Beach
I also found myself reading my first book by Salman Rushdie:Two Years, Eight Months, & Twenty Eight Nights
I found the book a good one to read at the beach: It feels possible to imagine jinns who made love with humans 800 years ago, and magic portals opening up to let the worlds in, while there. After all, there is an infinite sense of possibilities while lying calmly on a beach and reading.
Sand Castle Theories
After all, it is where we build sand castles, and let our imaginations run wild:
- Could it be as a volcano erupting 300 years ago?
- The moats around the castle could have been the battlefield of a thousand troops.
- The secret passageways within the sand castles could be the architects way to ensure people could flee.
Oceansides and beaches may just be the magic we all need in our lives every now and then.
“The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.”
Nourish-n-Cherish 